The six weeks that have passed since I returned from Thailand have begun to muddle the clarity of my recollection, primarily where the exact sequence of events is concerned. Thankfully I have the chronological sequence of the photos I took, plus the on-site short reports to fill in the gaps. In reviewing the on-site reports, I discovered that I mixed up the sequence of a few events beginning with Day 11. My twisted memory had events from the 11th Day taking place on the 12th, but in actuality, Day 11 was a much busier Monday than I recalled.

Everything in Day 11’s report is correct except for two events that occurred before I arrived on Soi 33. I will correct that omission with this addendum.

Before I get to that worthy task, I’d like to make a comment on the pics from the trip that Hombre has posted. The first two girls, Sang and Ann pretty much represent the bottom end of my fuckable scale, with Ann being very close to falling off. The girl in the pics with Ann is X’s girl from that night and the primary reason I ended up with Ann. It’s not quite as evident in the pics, but in person this girl, whose name was Ae (hard to believe we found an “Ae” that Xen or D’Art hadn’t fucked) bore a striking resemblance to Alexia CC in both her looks and personality – especially the personality. I have to say it was wierding me out a bit – real doppelganger stuff.

The “Atami Sideline Girl” is the girl I wrote about in the Day 2 “Soapy” report. I was torn between her and Fon, and decided on Fon due to her animated enthusiasm (which is worth a good 2 points in the looks department for me). X then chose this same sideline girl and took those pics. At Hombre’s request I have obtained X’s photos from the trip and submitted them to counterbalance the likes of Sang and Ann. BTW, Fon really was much better looking in person than her photos suggest, and breasts aside, her body was absolutely perfect.

OK, enough about the pics, back to the addendum…

I’d made plans with my buddy at work to have dinner at his house that night in the Farang Estates. This meant that I was stuck at the office until the traffic cleared enough to reduce the half hour drive from 2 hours down to 45 minutes. This meant we’d be leaving at about 6-7pm, so at about 4pm, with nothing useful to do at the office, I decided to take advantage of the convenient time window to cross the street and visit Fon at Atami. I had told her I would be back to see her by the preceding Thursday or Friday, but the V had derailed my plans. Every part of my body was looking forward to another soapy with Fon.

Waving a curt “see ya later” to my buddies I bolted for the elevator, renewed my baht supply at the ATM in the lobby, then made the short but sticky walk to Atami, noting that the same crippled beggars occupied the exact same places I’d seen them on my last trip across the footbridge. I think the guy at the top of the stairs may have added a new twisted facial expression to his repertoire though. I almost made a donation in appreciation for the time spent developing his craft, but a soapy waits for no beggar.

When I entered Atami the papasan took one look at me and simple said “88?” I just nodded my head. He made the call over the fish bowl speaker then turned back to me and said “3000 baht”. 3000 baht! I guess my outrageous disbelief was obvious from my “what the fuck?” expression, so he did a quick song and dance and dropped it to 2500 baht. I countered that I’d only paid 2000 baht the last time and he gave me some bullshit story that 2000 was only for 1.5 hours and that for 2500 I got the full 2 hours. Except that it HAD been for 2 hours. I didn’t feel like arguing with the prick over 500 baht (I should have just turned and walked out – I’m sure he would have revised his rates immediately), especially since he had a slight advantage since he knew I was there only to see Fon.

So I paid the extra 500 baht and immediately would have forgotten about it when Fon appeared if it wasn’t for the fact that during the walk to the room she asked “Why you pay 2500 baht this time?” I told her “Because the papasan likes to screw farangs.” She just smiled and told me how happy she was that I was there, then immediately jumped on my ass for not showing up when I’d promised. She also questioned why I hadn’t taken her for the night. I gave her a story about dinner that night and work the previous week which she of course accepted – what else could she do?

Inside the room she bounced around in excitement while we waited for the waitress to bring our drinks. Once our privacy was assured we preceded with a carbon copy of my first visit, except that the GFE and her enthusiasm level were both kicked up a notch. The previous CBJ was gone and replaced by a long well executed BBBJ. Again we used the entire two hours, and at the end I tipped her another 1000 baht and assured her that I’d return soon.

On the way out I resisted the urge to chew on the papasan knowing that it would be extremely counterproductive in light of the Thai culture of non-confrontation. I then made the return walk to the office at a much more leisurely pace than my pre-soapy sprint.

A half hour later we were fighting traffic on our way to my buddies house. I was looking forward to some home cooked Thai food (with Mussaman curry being the featured entrée) and watching a videotape of the previous night’s playoff game between Pittsburgh and Baltimore (Marriott doesn’t get the sports channels). At 9:30 dinner and the game were over, and the driver dropped me at Soi 33. The rest of the evening is covered in the Day 11 report.

I’m sure I’ll make at least one more similar timeline error before I’m finished, but I will do my best to avoid them.

To be continued…

drew Moo Yai